Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.